Lyrics:
by you
The thing I like about you
You always just
Just Dey like to tell me
the truth iyoo
I no go fit leave you
Even if I want to
Go mama put
and me
(Baby don't cry)
Sipping Bailey's Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what's up?)
I'm suppressing the tears, but
knuckles stayed bone dry
But after supper I kept hearin' her
By the kitchen radio
Singing sweet but desperate harmony
A little bit too low, oh
A little
time
The day drags
Time by the dime
The radio plays
Same old songs
Over and over
It's my time I can be home
My time
My time
My time by the dime.
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
on the river's what I live for
Got the radio playing and my boat while I float
Take a toke and listen to Merle
Hot sun, cold one, I'll be a son of a gun
I
happened one day while I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on.
When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
By a kid
brought me out
You was making songs like crazy
Now it's a musicial drought
Now I got them versions on the lowest price around
Hundred thousand dollars for
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
seemed so far to go
So I headed up to Tahoe for a Christmas on the slopes
And I had fantasized about Christmas in this way
Curled up by a fireplace in
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
In the forest of the night
The moon shed light
On my hopeless plight
As the radio blared so bland
Every disc, a poker chip
Every song just a one
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired
One thing on my mind
What up? Tell me what it’s like
And I’ll tell you what I like
Like, kisses at night, wine a little white
Time to get a bite,
know the game you'll forget my name I won't be here in another year
If I don't stay on the charts
I am the entertainer had to pay my price
Things I
put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
One hundred
24 hour sunset,
I got a tank of gas and...
all the things I can do when driving with you in my Aston
(Oh oh oh oh!)
It's a perfect chance (oh oh oh
year
TV is the thing this year
Radio was great, now it's out of date
TV is the thing this year
Last night I was watching old Tom Nix
My TV broke, I was
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio
They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy
it up
'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left
Well you say you're from the city
California is your home
Hey I'm a country girl over Oklahoma way
Oh there are miles and miles between us
But that
've been
Blinded by a version of myself that only I could ever see
Hanging from a noose that you had tied for me
Forsaken by all the things we lack
There's
I've got a
New toy
I turned it on
I love the moment of picking a CD
Things are pretty simple around me
Days are quick to pass me by
All I wanna
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